A bottomless pit puts a small town on the map, and feeds it with tourists and attention. The pit expects the favor to be returned.

Morality use to walk the earth freely and making a positive difference in the lives of people. But today, it seems all that is ancient history.

Quietly sitting alone, thinking, daydreaming, wondering. Is what I think "normal"?

When our world spins out of control, we feel like we have lost control. This poem is just that, how I feel when my world is falling apart.